100\% DROP RATE : Why is My Inventory Always so Full? Chapter 679 - Laws

Lucien remained beside the Reincarnation Disc long after the final incarnation thread disappeared beyond the Big World.

The volunteers’ original bodies lay within the surrounding chambers.

Their breathing remained steady.

Their souls were anchored.

The Incarnation Support Systems had crossed successfully, but only their dormant connections remained visible from this side.

Lucien checked each one personally.

No hostile influence had traveled back through the roads.

No incarnation thread showed signs of collapse.

Even so, Lucien added another layer of protection around the resting chambers.

A transparent barrier unfolded over the entire platform.

Finally, Lucien placed an emergency seal over the Reincarnation Disc itself.

If anything attempted to force its way back through one of the threads, every road could be severed before it reached the sleeping bodies.

Only after confirming everything several times did Lucien step away.

There was nothing more he could do for now.

The incarnations would not necessarily be born immediately.

Some might already be forming within their mothers.

Others might not yet have been conceived.

A compatible road did not always lead to a life that had already begun. Sometimes, it merely reached a place where the right life would eventually appear.

Until then, the Incarnation Support Systems would remain dormant.

They would awaken fully only after the incarnation acquired a stable body and soul.

Perhaps the volunteers were already unborn children.

Perhaps their future parents had not even met.

Lucien had no way to know.

He only needed to wait.

Once the first incarnation truly entered the world, its destination anchor would send him a clear signal.

Then the hidden world would finally have a fixed location.

Lucien looked once more at the sleeping volunteers.

Their journeys had already begun.

They simply had not opened their new eyes yet.

•••

Lucien returned to the Stillness Palace.

The expansion of the Controlled Abyssal Tempering Framework continued.

What had begun as one experimental path gradually became a system capable of receiving wave after wave of practitioners.

More people entered.

Every group began with Abyssal Mist Breathing.

No one was allowed to skip a stage.

No one was permitted to conceal instability.

Lucien checked them regularly.

Lucian remained among the second wave. He did not rush.

That surprised several of the other participants.

They knew his relationship with Lucien and expected him to force his way forward to prove himself.

Instead, Lucian treated every stage like a lesson.

He observed how diluted Nihility entered the lungs without becoming part of the breath.

He studied how the body reacted when absence pressed against living tissue.

He recorded the difference between resistance, rejection, adaptation, and preservation.

During Nihility Skin Tempering, he examined why some practitioners endured through rigidity while others survived through flexibility.

During Null-Marrow Washing, he watched how the framework allowed the bones to accept traces of absence without losing their purpose as living structure.

He questioned everything.

Then he tested every answer against his own body.

The Law of Axioms responded quietly.

Lucian was beginning to understand something most people merely endured.

Lucien approved.

Speed would come later.

A false understanding reached quickly was still false.

And so, time passed.

•••

Four months after the first special force entered the framework, the final baptism began.

They stood around the undiluted Abyssal Pool in separate formations.

Their bodies had already completed Nihility Body Condensation.

Their blood could circulate through traces of absence.

Their bones had learned how to remain present while carrying something that denied presence.

Their souls no longer recoiled instinctively from Nihility.

The final step would determine whether those preparations were real.

One by one, they entered the pool.

The black liquid did not ripple.

It swallowed movement.

The first practitioner descended until only his head remained above the surface.

Then even that disappeared.

The monitoring formations reacted immediately.

His vitality weakened.

His physical presence flickered.

For several breaths, the chamber could no longer determine whether his body still occupied the pool.

Continuance held his path.

Stillness prevented the Nihility from spreading beyond the prepared boundaries.

Living Creation repaired what could be repaired without rejecting the transformation.

Life and Death preserved the final line.

Then the practitioner reappeared.

His hand broke through the surface.

He pulled himself out, breathing heavily.

A faint gray light moved beneath his skin.

His Nihility Body had formed completely.

The others followed.

Some remained inside for only moments.

Others endured for much longer.

Several triggered emergency extraction, recovered, and entered again days later.

Lucien did not count temporary failure as defeat.

The framework existed precisely because forcing success in one attempt was unnecessary.

Eventually, every member of the first wave completed the baptism.

The final person stepped out of the pool at the end of the fourth month.

Across the training region, Domains expanded and transformed.

The authority within them stopped behaving like isolated power and began settling into the practitioners themselves.

One after another, the special force crossed into the first stage of the Celestial Realm.

Lootwell had gained hundreds of new Celestials.

Four months earlier, they had been young peak Ascendants with dangerous potential.

Now that potential had become military reality.

•••

Lucien brought them out of his inner realm once their breakthroughs stabilized.

They appeared outside the Grand Archives.

Their appearances had not changed greatly, but their presence had.

Every person now carried the quiet pressure of a Law no longer limited to a Domain alone.

They stood in ordered lines.

No cheering erupted.

Most were still processing what they had become.

Lucien looked across them with satisfaction.

"The next stage of your training begins here."

The doors of the Grand Archives opened behind him.

Inside waited Law Books created specifically for their individual authorities.

Those books could guide their comprehension rapidly toward eighty percent. That’s equivaklent to the peak of the Celestial Realm.

With the Law Books, they would no longer waste decades searching blindly for the next principle.

After that, Lucien would prepare their path toward Eternal.

The special force would not be absorbed into Lootwell’s ordinary armies.

They were an army of their own.

Ordinary forces defended territory, maintained formations, held battle lines, and responded to visible threats.

The special force existed for situations where normal deployment was too slow or too predictable.

They could be divided into small teams. Sent through emergency routes. Inserted into hidden worlds. Assigned to eliminate dangerous targets, reinforce collapsing fronts, or respond directly to Lucien’s commands.

Their youth was also an advantage.

They had fewer habits hardened by centuries of conventional practice.

Their Laws were unusual.

Their teamwork could still be shaped from the beginning.

They had risen quickly, which made discipline even more important.

Power acquired faster than wisdom could easily become arrogance.

Lucien intended to prevent that.

The Grand Archives would strengthen their Laws.

Training, missions, and careful command would strengthen everything else.

He watched them enter.

Hundreds of young Celestials disappeared beyond the great doors.

Law Books waited inside.

So did records of wars, failed kingdoms, military disasters, and people who had mistaken strength for judgment.

Lucien smiled faintly.

They were powerful now.

His next task was ensuring they became reliable.

•••

Several days later, Lucien received an unexpected visitor.

Arctyx came to Lootwell without prior notice.

That alone made the report important.

Lucien met him inside his office.

Arctyx did not waste time with ceremony.

"We found something connected to the Evershade Exchange."

Lucien’s expression sharpened.

The Evershade Exchange had belonged to the Void-Walkers.

Its Miracle Drugs had altered the world while pretending to help it.

Its hidden influence had survived even after Lootwell exposed the truth.

"Did you find the Void-Walkers?"

Arctyx shook his head.

"No."

His face remained grim.

"What we found may be worse."

Lucien leaned back slightly.

Arctyx placed several records on the desk.

"As you know, the Void-Walkers ranked the Laws."

Lucien nodded.

He remembered returning from the void and discovering that the world had somehow decided Laws could be arranged like merchandise.

Lucien had found the entire idea ridiculous.

A Law’s strength depended upon comprehension, compatibility, application, and the person wielding it.

Yet the rankings had spread.

Even now, many people still trusted the old lists.

Arctyx opened another record.

This one came from surviving accounts of the Millennia War.

The Laws wielded by some Primordial Incarnations on the enemy’s side appeared throughout the records.

Arctyx aligned the two records.

The similarity became visible immediately.

Lucien’s expression slowly hardened.

Many of the Laws ranked as superior by the Evershade Exchange matched the authorities of Primordial Incarnations that had joined the monsters during the Millennia War.

Not all.

But too many for coincidence.

"How many people integrated them?" Lucien asked.

Arctyx did not answer immediately.

That hesitation was enough.

Then he pushed the final report forward.

The numbers crossed continents.

The Evershade Exchange had spent years convincing the world that those Laws were superior.

People had changed their descendants’ paths to integrate with them.

The Laws wielded by the Primordial Incarnations on the enemy’s side appeared throughout the records.

Many had even crippled their original paths to begin practicing those supposedly "Superior" Laws.

And now, countless people carried authorities that might betray them the moment their Primordial origin awakened.

Lucien stared at the report.

If another great war began, the consequences would be immediate.

Some practitioners might lose control of their Laws.

Others might have their techniques weakened or turned against them.

Domains could collapse.

Formations built around those Laws could become useless.

Entire military divisions might discover that their greatest strength answered more readily to the enemy.

For once, Lucien had nothing clever to say.

The Evershade Exchange had not merely sold Miracle Drugs.

It had shaped the paths itself. It had guided the strongest talents of the Thousand Races toward Laws that could later be controlled by the Primordials.

The rankings had never been an opinion.

They had been preparation.

Lucien looked down at the names again.

A cold realization settled in his chest.

The Void-Walkers had not needed to defeat the world.

They had taught the world how to cripple itself.

"Fuck."